N Morley: Packing Heat: Femdom Strap-On Stories

“No,” he moaned softly. “Please… please don’t.”

She spanked him on the ass, hard.

“I’ll tell you when to beg!” she snapped. “Just for that you’re not getting any more lube! You’re going to take my cock dry!”

“Yes, Mistress,” whimpered Bill pathetically.

Of course, Simone had already added a healthy dollop to the head of her cock, smearing it around so the implement glistened in the dimmed lights. But the threat was worth it; Bill squirmed and whimpered with arousal as Simone gripped his cock harder.

She withdrew her three fingers from his asshole and wiped them on his back. Her cunt pulsing with arousal, Simone nestled up behind Bill and snapped at him to spread his legs wider. He did, straining to lift his ass as high as he could

“Now, this is going to hurt you more than it does me,” she said breathlessly, fitting the thick head of her cock into the notch of Bill’s ass.

But in fact, when she pushed it in, it didn’t seem to hurt—which was the whole point. She could tell—the moans he gave were not the real-pain moans when she’d tweaked his nipples or spanked him hard last weekend, but the faked-pain moans when she’d suckled on his nipples or spanked him softly.

That only made her shove her cock into his asshole harder, burying the thick member deep inside Bill.

“Oh, fuck,” gasped Bill, his back straightening as he was forcibly filled up.

Simone slapped his ass hard. “What did I tell you?” she snarled. “Did I tell you to curse?”

Bill shook his head emphatically, and went back to moaning and whimpering—exactly what she’d told him to do.

But he also pushed himself back onto her cock, his cheeks spreading around the thick shaft as he ground against her.

Simone began fucking him. It was a difficult matter at first, requiring her to get on one knee and one foot, driving into him at a cockeyed angle. But she got the hang of it within a dozen thrusts. Bill groaned as she started fucking him harder.

She reached under him and found his cock hard. “You want to touch it? You want to fucking jerk off while I fuck you? Answer me, bitch! I asked you a direct question!”

“Yes, Mistress,” he grunted. “Please let me jerk off.”

“No!” she shrieked. “Not until I’m good and ready!” She was so turned on that she had to hold his hips to steady herself. That gave her the perfect handhold to slam him back onto her cock, making him groan each time the thick head reached its deepest point inside him.

Simone’s head spun. God, she wanted her little ass-bitch to come. She wanted to let him jerk off while she fucked him, but she should really come first, shouldn’t she? After all, she was in charge… wasn’t she?

“What are you?” she snapped, finally deciding she couldn’t wait another minute to see Bill twisting and writhing in orgasm.

“What?” he moaned softly.

She spanked his ass rapidly as she fucked him, matching the rhythm of her cock going into him with hard blows to his ass. “I—said—what—the fuck—are—you?”

She wasn’t going to just hand it to him—not now, not when he was so ready to come.

“I— I—”

“Say it! Tell me what you are!”

She almost uttered the words: “Are you my little ass bitch?” But she managed to stop herself at the last moment, because Bill blurted it out.

“I’m your little fucking ass bitch,” he groaned.

Simone liked the idea of saying it so much that she couldn’t stop herself. She growled: “Say it with me.”

“Mistress, I,” she began.

“Mistress, I,” Bill matched her.

“I am,” she said, louder.

“I am your—” he began.

“I am your little fucking—”

They both said the whole sentence together. “I am your little fucking ass bitch,” and Simone leaned as far forward as she could, grabbing Bill’s wrist and shoving his hand down between his legs.

Then she started to fuck him again, harder than ever, as she said “Show me how much it fucking turns you on to be my little ass bitch!”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned, wrapping his hand around his cock. Simone’s head spun as she felt his body bucking against her—it was ten seconds, maybe, no more, before he lifted his head, threw it back, spasmed all over like nothing Simone had ever seen.

He shot his load all over Simone’s faux leopard bedspread. She plowed him as deep as her cock would go, shoving the toy to its deepest point inside him while Bill’s orgasm tore through him.

She had never experienced it before—the way his asshole tightened and jerked around her cock as he came, sending unbelievable sensations into her body. God, she fucking had to come.

She managed to wait until he finished coming before she drew her cock out of him—slowly, forcing herself to go slowly, with overwhelming, intense difficulty—and shoved him forward with a firm hand on his lube-smeared ass.

The harness came off easier than it had gone on. Maybe it was because she just got one leg undone and then yanked the thing down her leg, throwing it vaguely toward the closet as she crawled up the bed and spread her legs.

“Fucking do me, you little fucking bitch,” she said. She thought Bill would be dull and listless after his orgasm, but his face went right between her spread legs—right where it belonged—with a swiftness that excited her. His tongue worked its way between her lips, molding to her clit. He began to service her as she twisted her fingers in his hair—it was a little too short to properly pull, but she had to do something with her hands.

Bill did something with his hands, too, without being told—he reached up to Simone’s breasts and firmly pinched her nipples, the way she liked.

“Fuck yeah, eat me out, you fucking ass bitch,” Simone was about to say, but it just blurred together into one long weird expletive that, had an outsider heard it, would have seemed like a mix of Russian, Turkish and caveman-speak. Her ass came up off the bed and Bill’s mouth rode her cunt flawlessly, his tongue working her clit as she cursed and thrashed in orgasm. Her thighs worked back and forth violently, so much so that halfway through, she was afraid she had boxed his ears.

But when she finally finished and relaxed into the bed, Bill heard her perfectly when she moaned: “get up here.”

She might have been afraid that the way she put her arms around his big chest, the way she snuggled into his flesh and drew a deep breath to smell him, the way she curled into a ball in his arms—it was all so fucking submissive . In that white-hot instant of her orgasm, she had gone from a 30something professional woman who wanted to be his dominant bitch to… well, to whatever. She didn’t care, about that or about the leopard-print bedspread that Bill had soiled with his come and now with his lube-smeared ass. She didn’t care about much, except the smell of his body and the feel of it against her.

Bill held her as she shuddered all over, her cunt still spasming from her orgasm.

“I’m your little ass bitch,” he said softly, with a weird kind of smile in his voice.

She didn’t even look up to see if Bill was smiling for real.

“Yeah,” Simone breathed. “You’re telling me.”

“Are you excited to finally meet Gina?” asked Brooke.

“Yeah,” I said, not sounding very convincing.

“I’m sure you two will hit it off,” said my wife, beaming broadly. There was the faintest hint of mischief in her look, and I wondered what was going on in her head. Then Gina walked off the plane, and my eyes went wide.

Of course, I’d seen pictures of my wife’s best friend from college. Early in our relationship, Brooke had subjected me to every last snapshot, leading me through her big books of photos in that way new girlfriends sometimes do. I’d seen pictures of Brooke and Gina frolicking on the beach, bikini-clad; grinning together at Disneyland, wearing mouse ears; and drinking fruit drinks together at frat parties. Through it all, I’d acknowledged in my own mind that Gina was attractive. But of course I’d been much too politic to say that to my new girlfriend, who had later become my wife.